Beer, scotch
all the way down
down & down
to my crotch
My mind in a haze
forever and ever
lost & lost
in a gaze
3 o’clock, f*ck
time is leaving
alone I will be
without flesh, without luck
In the open
I find one
same as I
broken and drunk
Morning light
morning walk
morning shame
mourning love
Beer, scotch
forever and ever
alone I will be
drunk and broken
mourning love
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